"I smell out-to-eat!"

My sisters and I used to pipe up with that from the back seat whenever Dad would drive by a restaurant, or at least a restaurant whose grease vent was working. To this day I like the smell of restaurant grease. Somebody else is doing the cooking and cleaning and all I have to do is the choosing and buying.

One of the best hamburgers I ever ate was at a drive-in in Jacksboro, Texas. The fact that we had been driving for hours and Jacksboro was the first town of any consequence that we came to may have had something to do with it. But the burgers-and-fries (with the skins on) lunch we ate in our car at 3 p.m. made for a memorable meal.

How about a hamburger stand scavenger hunt!